Chapter 1837: Resident Evil 2 (Thirty Five)

—September 29, 22:06, Raccoon City Police Department, Guardhouse —
"Damn it! Open this door!"
When Leon came to the guard room in the eastern part of the police station, he heard someone beating and cursing loudly behind a rolling door, and there were waves of zombies roaring at the same time.
"Theoretically speaking, it should be the police officer chased by the zombies that I saw from the surveillance before," Leon seemed to be talking to himself, and as if explaining to someone: "He will be in the next He died in a plot and left me a clue."
Click, hum—
Leon approached the rolling door and pressed the opening switch next to it. As the rolling door gradually rose, the sound of cursing stopped, and instead came a few gunshots, and the roar of the zombies became louder and louder.
When the rolling door was raised about forty centimeters, it suddenly got stuck and stopped. The person opposite the door yelled "Damn" twice, bent down and crawled here from the narrow gap: "Hey, help me! "
"..." Leon stretched out his hand silently and pulled him out. Almost at the same time, the roar of the zombie became close at hand, as if it was on the other side of the door. Then, there was an unusually terrible biting sound, and he was coming from The police officer who was crawling this way also screamed.
At this moment, Leon instead stopped pulling the police officer, stared at his eyes, and said in a calm manner that was not in line with the current situation: "Have you heard the story of Bigan and Wucai?"
"Hurry up and save me—" The officer obviously didn't want to hear any stories.
"According to the "Fengshen Yanyi" record, Bigan was designed by the demon girl Daji to dig her heart, but because of the protection of the fairy, she still left Chaoge alive. However, he met a vegetable vendor who sold cabbage on the way, and he asked Cai Cai The vendor asked: "Can you live without the heart, can you live without the heart?" After the vegetable vendor answered, "Of course not", Bigan fell to the ground and died." Leon continued to tell the story unaffected.
"Help—" The police officer was still trying to crawl out, but his body seemed to be stuck by the rolling door, motionless.
"I mean, you have no chance of being rescued at all." Leon shook his head, took out a flashlight, walked to the side of the rolling door, and bent over to shine a flashlight on the other side.
The roar of the zombies still existed, and the terrible bites did not stop, but there was nothing in the darkness illuminated by the light of the flashlight.
Not even the other half of the police officer's body, which should exist.
"—" The police officer who screamed for help froze as if frozen.
"Yes, there is only sound on the other side of the door, no modeling at all," Lyon retracted the flashlight: "You have only half of it from the beginning."
"Woo!" Leon said this as if a switch was turned on. The half of the police officer who was lying on the ground suddenly vomited blood and died on the spot. At the same time, the booklet he had been holding in his hand also fell. Down.
"Weird... the missing modeling was not completed when I was observing..." Leon picked up the pamphlet, flipped through the patterns on it, and said thoughtfully: "Then there is no modeling, Kendo's daughter. What's going on again?"
Except for the zombies who were getting closer, no one responded to his questions.
Bang! The door of the guard room was knocked open, and a few zombies in police uniforms staggered in.
"Indeed," Leon nodded, and pointed his gun at these uninvited guests: "Compared to spawning zombies out of thin air, modeling or something is not important at all."
—September 29, 22:11, Raccoon City Police Department, Entrance Hall —
Leon avoided or knocked down the zombies all the way, climbed into the hall from under a rolling door marked "KEEPOUT", but was caught by a zombie's ankle.
When the zombie opened his mouth and was about to face Leon's feet, a pair of big hands dragged Leon away from the rolling door, and then the owner of these hands suddenly pressed the rolling door, and the zombie headshot cleanly.
"Marvin Branagh," the man who helped Lyon leaned against the rolling door, and stretched out his hand to Lyon: "You almost became their dinner."
"Lyon Kennedy," Leon took Marvin's hand and stood up: "If you want me to say it, it should be midnight snack-what is your wound?"
It was a small black police detective who rescued Lyon, half of his body was dyed red by the blood that was constantly flowing from his waist.
"Huh... this is a lesson," Marvin clutched his stomach and looked at Leon: "In the future, if you see something like that, whether it is wearing a police uniform, whether it is someone you know, whether it can speak, you should treat it directly. Send to hell."
"Okay, sir, but I think if that kind of thing can talk, maybe it should be treated differently." Leon replied.
"Huh! Do you know? The guy who tore a large piece of meat from me said ‘sorry’ to me five seconds before he spoke." Marvin snorted.
"Then this apology is correct?" Leon teased, and then changed his words in Marvin's serious gaze: "I mean-yes, I will remember it."
"...Follow me," Marvin stood up and walked to the reception area crookedly: "I think you need to understand the situation in Raccoon City at this time."
"Yes, sir," Leon followed Marvin: "Does anyone know how this disaster happened?"
"No one knows... uh uh..." It seemed that the walking motion involved the wound, and Marvin covered his stomach with his hands as he walked: "This was originally a safe refuge, but the people we accepted... uh uh... inside There was someone who was bitten by a zombie but concealed it. He, it should be said, attacked a total of twelve people, and these twelve people directly destroyed our refuge in the Eastern District. At present, it seems that I am the only survivor."
"Are there any medical supplies here that can help you?" Leon asked.
"It's no use," Marvin said, digging out a silver-white suitcase from the box in the reception area and handing it to Leon: "The wound bitten by the zombie will not heal. It will gradually become serious and will eventually be The infected become zombies—but you can rest assured that I will get rid of myself before that happens."
"This is..." Leon opened the box and found a body armor with the "R.P.D" logo and a tactical dagger inside.
"This is an onboarding gift for you," Marvin patted Leon on the shoulder: "Although those monsters can't fire bullets, they should be able to block their claw attacks."
"The experience of going to work on the first day really impressed me." Leon fixed his dagger and began to wear his body armor.
"Huh...hehe..." Marvin seemed to want to say something, but perhaps he thought of other police officers who had died on the job, and the words turned into dry smiles. In the end, the sheriff said as if made up his mind:
"Welcome to Raccoon City, rookie."